#kepping touch

A bush rustled and Jeff stepped out. He was walking through the forest for nothing better to do. Suddenly, he caught sight of someone standing still in a meadow. The person’s face was like a mirage, blurry and indistinct, and he had long arms that ended in claws that could do some serious damage. Interest piqued, Jeff approached cautiously, stowing his knife out of sight because he would be a fool to appear as a threat to someone who had knives for hands. But there was no stopping his disaster-seeking mouth. “Hey, Blurface! Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you!”